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I guess i dont feel rite always with the sick or ill type,
kinda fun at first like an un-tamed hype.
but as it progresses something doesnt sit rite
maybe its the role play maybe its the way you bite.

I always have my lovely blonde
she's always got them clean blue eyes
I miss thoes pretty scars,
and how you cause all mine.

Im in love with the social butterfly
while she suggests i shouldent try
Im stuck on her like an addiction
while she can never understand why

she fears everyone walking out the door
I fear not being able to offer everything and more
really Iv always enjoyed a challange before her
and she brings another personality disorder

Its not enough to just say i miss you
when every night before I wake I kiss you
I endure this coma like consciousness
daily for a chance to sleep in bliss

I colse my poem the way i end my day
i close my eys and invite you to play
i find your absence when i open my eyes again
so i scribe my message with no pen